After a while, while Lu Xuan and the others were searching inside the dark red passage, the Demonic Vine quietly drilled out from the dark red spirit soil and returned to Lu Xuan's robe.
On the gray vine, eighteen deep green seedlings the size of little fingers were inlaid.
"Not bad, not bad, you've done very well. Once we leave the Blessed Land, I'll reward you with some spiritual fruit to taste."
Lu Xuan quietly praised the Demonic Vine.
It was not surprising that the Demonic Vine, with its keen sense of spiritual seeds, found the Thousand Worm Seedlings in that area. What was remarkable was that it managed to bring back all the seeds intact without Lu Xuan's supervision.
The vine was resigned to the temptation of having its favourite food and delivered all the seeds honestly to Lu Xuan, which was praiseworthy.
"Eighteen Thousand Worm Seedlings, even if I can only set up a simple formation, it's not bad."
